[Intro: Trademark da Skydiver]
Yeah
Jet Life
It's real
We haven't one moment to lose
Yeah
S.H.O.W

[Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver]
I stay on top of my game I’m sayin', no time for playin'
Paper on my mind
Doing business with whoever's paying the most
Fast or slow
I gotta get this dough
Touched a few pieces off features, but I still want more
What the fuck you think I’m grinding for>
Tryna upgrade my automo-
Stacking bills, smoking kill
Chilled out with my foreign ho
First night with the villain resort life
We just burning O's
Smashed at got my mind back to where the cash at
You know how it go
I’m out the door, my mind focus on dough
I’m so fixed on these digits
But she swear a n***a out here fuckin' around with this other bitches
And I ain't got no time for that
Tryna get to this money, love
Homie trust, I’m only gettin my paper up
Counting Franklins, Jacksons, Grants
You can tell from all these paper cuts, on my hand
I been off to straightening the plan to make millions out of grands so
All I ask is you keep it real
It's Super Villain, Jet Life we trust
Stay away from them lames
They look the same but them n***as ain't us
[Hook: Curren$y]
Put my hustle down, got my money up
All them bitches come around 'cause my n***as coming up now
We put our hustle down, got our money up
All them bitches run to us 'cause they don’t want no runners up, clown
Put my hustle down, got my money up
All them bitches come around 'cause my n***as coming up now
We put our hustle down, got our money up
All them bitches run to us 'cause they don’t want no runners up, clown

[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
N***a I go Deebo hard
Or I'll carry my ass home
But I’ll be damned if it's back to living up in that drug zone
Shit, and I know that’s right
But how they gettin it, I don't call that wrong
In the midst of it all, n***a
We stay G while we drop bombs
Wait but hold on, let me find something for me to roll up on
They say it’s now or never, just hoping now it don’t take too long
I’m on my paper chasin, we chasin bread and it’s marathon
Yeah I love pussy, but plenty of nights I done slept alone
Uh, I done it on my own, Just me myself and my microphone
And til my next life, I yell Jet Life til I’m dead and gone
Uh, stay highed up on the loud pack, it's that Cali strong
Ain't no child play, no need for that, girl, both us grown
Frontin' ain't paying nobody bills, better keeps your hustle going
Over these camp fires, I tell my ghetto story
I put my life in this bars, boy, they still don’t know me
In this fast lane, I move slowly
I’m focused n***a
[Hook: Curren$y]
Put my hustle down, got my money up
All them bitches come around 'cause my n***as coming up now
We put our hustle down, got our money up
All them bitches run to us 'cause they don’t want no runners up, clown
Put my hustle down, got my money up
All them bitches come around 'cause my n***as coming up now
We put our hustle down, got our money up
All them bitches run to us 'cause they don’t want no runners up, clown

[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
Mannn...
I been gettin it, been gettin it
That bag, man, that bag, man
The hoes be on me like tube socks (Socks)
Range Rover, no rooftop (Nope)
Took two shots of that brown-brown, we downtown
We kickin it like it’s my birthday (Wassup)
Jet Set, real n***as, 1st Place (1st Place)
You never winnin if you’re jealous of
Another n***a, don’t be jealous of how well he does
Just focus on your own team and they can help you up (Uh-huh)
I’m young and rich, a bunch of bitches blow the celly up
And I can’t even blame 'em (Uh-uh)
Sending naked pictures, I'ma frame em on the iPhone
I’m rolling up a Instagram: that's a gram in one blunt
Twenty for the point 5
It's like a brown bag lunch, higher than the top bunk
I'd still pop Rihanna, I cannot front
We barbequing, putting vodka in the fruit punch
So you better watch her or she mine man
Ain't no ring on her finger like LeBron hand
[Hook: Curren$y]
Put my hustle down, got my money up
All them bitches come around 'cause my n***as coming up now
We put our hustle down, got our money up
All them bitches run to us 'cause they don’t want no runners up, clown
Put my hustle down, got my money up
All them bitches come around 'cause my n***as coming up now
We put our hustle down, got our money up
All them bitches run to us 'cause they don’t want no runners up, clown

[Verse 4: Curren$y]
Rollin up piles of them sky miles
Coolin in the honey cut
Listening to some Miles Davis – yeah I’m rich
But I’m still using my Playstation for a DVD player
Never gave a, motherfuck
Not in the business of saving sluts
There's a auction on some retail space so I’m saving up
And they sayin I’m a made man but I ain’t made enough
No baker though I’m cakin up
Take the game and told my n***as take their cut
Eah

[Hook: Curren$y]
Put my hustle down, got my money up
All them bitches come around 'cause my n***as coming up now
We put our hustle down, got our money up
All them bitches run to us 'cause they don’t want no runners up, clown
Put my hustle down, got my money up
All them bitches come around 'cause my n***as coming up now
We put our hustle down, got our money up
All them bitches run to us 'cause they don’t want no runners up, clown